Candle Findings
the embers fall
forming spectral
cocoons of blacker
dusts disclosing a
stupendous blip of
a difference barring
the thoughtless moths
blanketing their bods
in shiny curiosity, and
those that barely taste
this sleepwalk of glowing:
we record no writhing in
surprise as a pious clergy of
tongues wed them to agony
only the soft hiss of flames
skittering after each other
in fading reds granting a
final churlish indulgence
for these beings of kindling